Fascicle Two, Sheet 2b

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath–
To bloom so, bye and bye–

When I con the people
Lain so low–
To be received as high–

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see–
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer–unreluctantly
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859

Eternal Worlds

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Butterfly, photography, Poetry, William Blake

Monarch butterfly in Valle de Anton, Panama

Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish’d at me,
Yet they forgive my wanderings. I rest not from my great task!
To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes
Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought, into Eternity
Ever expanding in the Bosom of God, the Human Imagination.
O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love:
Annihilate the Selfhood in me: be thou all my life!
Guide thou my hand, which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages.

~~William Blake, Jerusalem